Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 389 - 247 That is called Oiran, Oiran!_3

Chapter 389: Chapter 247 That is called Oiran, Oiran!_3

Swinging her feet seductively in the moonlight, Ying Ling was irresistibly charming. Others might have shown her some pity or chivalry under normal circumstances, and Jiang Feng would have certainly behaved more graciously too, but coincidentally...

"How so, your sect is playing Emperor of Country Liang? Or why don’t you directly tell the Country Liang Monarch to abdicate and let your people take over?"

Jiang Feng was not in a good mood today.

Not just because of the long journey and exhaustion. A significant reason was that, during the time he was healing, he had asked an Outer Disciple from his sect to do something that many could guess.

Because of the Qingming Festival.

Now that it was past the end of February and March was warming up, he also asked a fellow Sect Disciple to go to his hometown to weed the graves and offer tribute, since he didn’t have the time or energy to visit himself.

Even though he knew that in this life his parents were mere puppets and even their graves were cenotaphs, they were, after all, the ones who gave birth to him. Moreover, the object of his ancestral worship wasn’t really the people, but rather his own past.

However, just yesterday, that Disciple returned to the sect and sent him a message with a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman, which left him in silence for a long time.

"Brother Jiang, following your instructions, I went to the cemetery at the eastern gate of Qingshui County in Long Country and found the graves of your family’s elders."

"But the offerings were neatly arranged in front of the graves, not more than three days old, and the gravestone had been cleaned, with all the surrounding weeds and dead bamboo pulled out early."

"Moreover, when I arrived, I saw a young woman standing not far away, inquiring about you, Brother Jiang. She seems to be an acquaintance of yours."

Roughly, that was the situation.

The only person in this world who could disturb his composure was probably his estranged fiancée. Upon learning this news, what was supposed to be a heart-lifting outing after a period of recovery immediately turned him into a recluse.

Ying Ling’s eyes narrowed into slits. What exactly was happening today?

Everyone she met seemed more clueless than the last.

"Young Master, you can eat carelessly, but you mustn’t speak recklessly. With your level of cultivation, being so talkative could cost you your life. This humble girl advises you to leave as soon as possible. Dongliang City isn’t a place for you to be in right now; with your current level of cultivation, you could lose your life upon entering."

Suppressing the rage in her heart, Ying Ling was actually quite composed.

Although this Young Master was reckless and ignorant of danger, his Core Formation accomplished in his early twenties suggested he was a highly favored disciple, nurtured by his sect. It wasn’t that she was afraid; she simply felt that it would be bullying to take action against someone with his level of cultivation.

It was meaningless to her.

With her own capabilities, she should at least choose those of the same realm as herself, or even those a level higher. After all, her master had also said before leaving, that it was a rare opportunity with disciples from various Great Sects gathering together, and she should seek to learn from them, sharpening her skills.

"Your level of cultivation is not worthy to enter my..."

"Majestic heavenly might, follow my edict, Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, drawn forth by the sword! Slash!"

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, accompanied by a Sword Qi so sharp it almost tore her apart. The dead wood beneath her shattered into hundreds of pieces in an instant. She twisted her body violently, lucky that the Pearl of the Celestial Lake always remained suspended high above, allowing her physical form to slip into the shadows.

Her eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, because had she reacted a fraction slower to that strike, she might have been torn to pieces.

What was that last word she was trying to say just now?

Oh, right.

"...sight."